I sincerely hope that I am not alone down here. Tell me that I am not the only person who feels that their work does not care about them. Why can't I get excited that there is no where to go, but up? I'll tell ya why. It is because after two years of working at this lovely establishment that will go unnamed, I have worked my tail off and gone no where. I started out as a bus boy, er, girl, and guess what I am today? Oh yes, you get the picture. Too many times I have made the trip to work only to be promptly sent home. Of course, I get the stern look and reprimand when I fail to show up. Bite me. Or my favourite, I start working, and all the waitresses get mad that I am there because that means they have to tip me out. Yeah, like the three dollars they give me is really going to break their piggy bank, the cheap you-know-whats.